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I love my man |
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I'm a liar if I say I don't |
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I love my man |
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I'm a liar if I say I don't |
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But I'll quit my man |
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I'm a liar if I say I won't |
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I've been your slave, baby |
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Ever since I've been your babe |
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I've been your slave |
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Ever since I've been your babe |
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But before I'll be your dog |
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I'll see you in your grave |
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My man wouldn't give me no breakfast |
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Wouldn't give me no dinner |
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Squawked about my supper then he put me outdoors |
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Had the nerve to lay a matchbox on my clothes |
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I didn't have so many |
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But I had a long, long ways to go |
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I ain't good-looking |
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And my hair ain't curled |
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I ain't good-looking |
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And my hair ain't curled |
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But my mother, she gave me something |
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It's gonna tear me through this world |
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Some men like me 'cause I'm happy |
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Some 'cause I'm snappy |
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Some call me honey |
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Others think I've got money |
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Some tell me "Billie, |
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Baby, you're built for speed" |
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Now, if you put that all together |
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It makes me everything a good man needs |
